Neither of us was disappointed. She was clearly still mulling my proposal over in her mind, uncertain whether to accept or not."How can you afford to ...ay for all this?" she asked, referring to the meal and my offer of a ride."Does it matter? Just be satisfied that I can ... easily. Besides, I get a certain benefit from it too, you know."She looked up sharply at me."I get the pleasure of your company, someone to talk to, someone to help keep me alert along the drive. That's worth quite a lot to. Cabe decir que no soy una persona fea, no soy Brad Pitt, obvio, pero algún encanto si que tenía.El flirteo llegó a niveles insospechados, hasta que en una oportunidad, durante clases, que estuvimos solos, ella me llevo al baño de mujeres, y me metió en un cubil. Se arrodilló, y empezó a desabrocharme el cinturón y el pantalón, tarea en la que no tardó demasiado. Una vez que yo estaba en ropa interior, me dijo que estaba cansada del flirteo y que quería hacer algo más. Eso me puso mi pene duro. I think I died ... when everything happened.First, I was right there in the diner.And now I’m ... now that’s a good question.Where is here?I can’t answer, but I do know that I won’t be here long. Something is happening all around me! Folks are simply disappearing!It will be my turn soon. I know that, but don’t know how I know.I just know that I know.There is so much to tell ... to describe.Let’s see.When “It” happened (whatever It was), we were all just sitting around the diner and doing what. Her fingers played gingerly over the two bandages, one below her rib cage the one on the other side high between her two top ribs ‘No stitches,’ she shook her head on the pillow knowing that the wounds should have taken several stitches and a few weeks to heal. Running her fingers through her hair she was focused on the feeling of being held…no…protected, by Michael in the river. It was a new sensation for her, she was use to and comfortable being the protector, the one in control. It would be.